the Procession

Songwriters: Hull, Andy

The procession went smoothly the lights low and dim.
I raised my clear glass and I toast times to heaven
But you're not the same love that I used to know.
Well I'll break this guitar and board up these windows.
Just make sure they know that I won't return.
 
With my bloody lips and your broken arms
We'll turn into one and we'll sing the same song.
With my sinking feet and your heavy heart
No don't you start. no don't you start this again.
 
This house screams of memories and half-written songs
With the chance of completion depending on love.
This disconnected phone well it is seldom to speak.
Although when it does it's so harsh and complete.